Граф Монте-Кристо

The Departure.

           Nay,donotpressmyhand,Edmond;youarethinking,Iamsure,ofsomekindspeechtoconsoleme,butdonotutterittome,reserveitforothersmoreworthyofyourkindness.See"(andsheexposedherfacecompletelytoview)—"see,misfortunehassilveredmyhair,myeyeshaveshedsomanytearsthattheyareencircledbyarimofpurple,andmybrowiswrinkled.You,Edmond,onthecontraryyouarestillyoung,handsome,dignified;itisbecauseyouhavehadfaith;becauseyouhavehadstrength,becauseyouhavehadtrustinGod,andGodhassustainedyou.Butasforme,Ihavebeenacoward;IhavedeniedGodandhehasabandonedme."

           Mercedesburstintotears;herwoman’sheartwasbreakingunderitsloadofmemories.MonteCristotookherhandandimprintedakissonit;butsheherselffeltthatitwasakissofnogreaterwarmththanhewouldhavebestowedonthehandofsomemarblestatueofasaint."Itoftenhappens,"continuedshe,"thatafirstfaultdestroystheprospectsofawholelife.Ibelievedyoudead;whydidIsurviveyou?Whatgoodhasitdonemetomournforyoueternallyinthesecretrecessesofmyheart?onlytomakeawomanofthirty-ninelooklikeawomanoffifty.

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